Today, Monday, dawned bright and sunny. We had some errands to do in our local town, and parked on the sea front. We asked Mr Gull, perched above, to keep an eye on our car; to make sure his relatives didn’t leave their calling cards all over it.
Our town is very much a typical British seaside town, what used to be called a bucket-and-spade holiday resort, especially for families with children. This means that there are lots of amusement arcades, not only on the pier but also in the town; also cheap food and clothing outlets, and coffee shops galore. They aren’t our kind of places, but we can understand why they are there.
After parking on the sea front – leaving Mr Gull in charge of our car – we walked up this street, known to locals as ‘Grockle Alley’ (because in Devon tourists are called ‘grockles’; in Cornwall they are called ’emmets’ which is Cornish for ‘ants’) passing all the cheap clothing outlets and amusement arcades. We were heading towards the town’s Library in order to return some books for our grandson.
Photo taken 2013
The Library was built a few years ago and at a time when local authorities were finding austerity measures difficult and more libraries were closing rather than opening. So we are grateful that we have such a lovely library in our town, where not only can books be borrowed, but DVDs, there is access to computers, there are meeting rooms for hire, and an Information Centre. Also, there is a very nice coffee shop.
After returning the books, we walked into the town so that I could collect my new varifocal glasses. Not sure whether I will ‘get on’ with them yet, but I have a month in which to try them out and then decide whether to keep them or not.
In the town is also the Picture House, now sadly in a state of semi-dereliction.
This cinema first opened on 16th March 1914 and it is believed to be the oldest surviving purpose-built cinema not only in Britain but in Europe. There are 375 seats plus three private ‘boxes’ at the back seating an additional eight people. It closed on 26th September 1999 following the opening of a multiplex cinema on the sea front (which used to be a concert hall and where husband and I attended many concerts.) Plans are now in place to restore this gracious old building, where apparently Seat 2, Row 2 of the circle was the favourite seat of crime novelist, Dame Agatha Christie, who lived at Greenway House, about six miles from this cinema. I do hope that the plans come to fruition, I have fond memories of visiting this cinema in the 1960s.
We then collected our car from the sea front, Mr Gull had long since disappeared but his relatives hadn’t left their calling cards so he’d obviously taken care of it for us. We then decided to have a round of sandwiches in our favourite sea front hotel before returning home …
I had a pot of tea today, a change from beer (and tea, coffee or hot chocolate always comes with two biscuits per person and there was sufficient tea in the pot for me to have not one, but three cupsful.)
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I have now ordered some cereal bowls to go with the blue & white plates and I’m looking forward to their arrival. I thought the blue & white would look attractive for breakfast, especially for scrambled eggs …
And while we were in the supermarket, I happened to see some blue & white mugs, so have bought those, too. They don’t match exactly the plates by Burleigh, but they are a similar theme.
We have just finished watching the eighth and final part of The Collection. We have thoroughly enjoyed it and we hope that a second series will be made. The story has certainly been left open-ended as if a second series has already been planned. We weren’t familiar with any of the actors, which was actually a help as they became the roles they played, if you understand my meaning (with the exception of the actor, Frances de la Tour, perhaps best known for her role as Miss Jones in the long-ago comedy series, Rising Damp.)
Last night we saw, and almost enjoyed, the first part of the new BBC1 drama series of Howards End. Unfortunately, another potentially-good drama series has been ruined (for us, anyway) by an overly-obtrusive musical background score. Do these programme-makers never learn that we need to hear the actors voices; if we wanted to listen to an orchestra, we’d attend a concert.
Until next time.